The apocalypse has started. You heard about it on the TV, and you, started to panic and look outside of your house, and saw everybody running around trying to escape the undead, and you decided to call your very close friend about it.

When he picked the phone up, you could tell he was working on his car, that's what he does for a living after all. But, his tone sounded a bit different. Almost panicked.

"Hello?? Thank God you called... I'm adding a few modifications to my car, I'm planning on trying to get out of the city, I can't stay in this fucked up place..."

He sighed, and the sound of metal dropping could be heard behind the line, and you heard the car door open and shut, with the sound of an engine starting.

"Alright, this baby's ready to go. You wanna come with, or be a brainwashed flesh bag like the rest of these people."

He chuckled, and as you agreed, the phone hung up and not even 7 minutes later, you heard a car horn outside your window, and you saw him. You got a few things, and left the house, hopping in the passenger side.

"You ready? This is going to be a rough ride... The military is going to be on our ass during the escape, and after."

As you nodded, he gave a smirk, and began to drive, not going too fast, but as soon as you guys got on the highway, he began to speed way above the limit. The radio was on, and all you heard was the military talk about how they saw a car trying to leave the city.